Monday, September 14, 2015

A Room of My Own: All of Yesterday Inside Me?

this starless night ...
the same room, the same face
in the attic window

same old, same old ...
maple leaves turning
red and gold

Note: The title is taken from the following quote:

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday inside me. . .how can I exist as the vessel of yesterday’s slaughter? -- Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers

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